Chapter 764

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Then he looked up again.

There are high platforms on the four walls, and visitors from various sects are sitting on the platforms.

The green one is Bitan Village, the red one is Fire Phoenix Pavilion, and the yellow one is Wubei Temple... Then his heart suddenly clenched. It was strange that he still felt pain.

He saw the familiar silvery blue, the quietest and most popular sect in the entire stand.

The pinnacle of life and death.

He blinked, regardless of the stinging eyes, trying his best to look in that direction - but he couldn't see, he couldn't see where Xue Zhengyong was, couldn't see clearly who was Xue Meng, who was the greedy elder and who was Xuanji, he can’t find Mrs. Wang.

In the end, on the judgment stand, he still couldn't see the people he cared about most.

"Ink is burning on the top of life and death. He is the lord of the ninth city of Confucian Fengmen and the illegitimate son of Nangong Yan..." On the high platform, Mu Yanli stated clearly and clearly with a loudspeaker, his voice stopped the flowing clouds, "...therefore be strict Additional interrogation must not be misplaced or misjudged..."

Mo Ran didn't listen to her words.

Such a sharp voice is really too harsh for a person who has been claustrophobic for a long time.

Mu Yanli talked about it for about a cup of tea, and what floated into Mo Ran's ears were intermittently incomplete words such as "killing people to pay for their lives", "having ulterior motives" and "cultivating forbidden arts".

Finally, he heard her say: "It is the mission of Tianyin Pavilion to eliminate serious criminals and provide justice."

After Mu Yanli finished speaking, a Tianyin Pavilion disciple came next to him. The disciple came to Mo Ran and cast a dark shadow like ink against the dazzling sunlight.

"Open your mouth."

"..."

Seeing that Mo Ran didn't respond, the man "tsk", roughly picked up his chin, and poured a pot of bitter and salty concoction into his mouth.

"Cough cough cough——"

The ink couldn't stop coughing. He hadn't eaten for many days. His stomach suddenly came into contact with such a strong liquid, which made him almost convulsed, and he seemed to be vomiting.

The man pinched his throat, preventing him from moving, and forced him to swallow the entire pot of potion. The cold liquid slid into the intestines like a snake, turning the river upside down and tearing out the internal organs.

Mo Ran's face was livid, he wanted to vomit, he really wanted to vomit.

But he refused to surrender, refused to beg for mercy, and he didn't even want tears to fall from the corners of his eyes. He has been unruly for half his life and has lived too many humble lives, but this does not mean that he has no dignity.

After all the potion was poured down, the man let go of him, and he gasped heavily.

The wings are withered, and fatigue appears.

But he still has the fierceness of the lonely eagle before he died.

The people from Tianyin Pavilion were explaining to the spectators from all over the world as usual——

"This is a complaint of guilt."

The ink-burning lips and teeth are pale, and the lowered eyes actually smile.

Suing Shui... Heh, suing Shui, how could he not know?

This kind of potion must not be drunk by innocent people. Only those who have become the trial prisoners of Tianyin Pavilion will be given this kind of potion, and then they will become unconscious and tell all the major crimes and mistakes they have committed in their lives.

After the Tianyin Pavilion disciple finished explaining, he came over and tapped Mo Ran's lips, using the technique of amplification so that everyone could hear his words.

Mo Ran closed his eyes and frowned, as if there was a knife in his stomach.

He was enduring it, because it was too hard, his whole body was shaking, and his shackles jingled. His face was pale, and the whites of his eyes slowly rolled up. He was lying on the execution platform, twitching... twitching...

He was still conscious, but his consciousness was clear for a while and blurred for a while. He exhausted all his willpower to fight against the drug, but he still couldn't get rid of it——

"I...killed people." In the end, he still closed his eyes in pain and spoke hoarsely.

His ragged voice stumbled around every corner.

Everyone fell silent and stared at the people on the stage.

Mu Yanli lowered his eyes on the high platform.

"How many people have you killed?"

"...too many...don't remember..."

The faces of the people below have changed.

"How old were you when you first killed someone?"

"fifteen."

"Are you killing monks or mortals?"

"mortal."

"Killing for revenge or for self-protection?"

"Both."

The two of them asked and answered questions. Many of the onlookers gathered to watch the fun and were not aware of what happened before. When they heard that Mo Ran actually killed people when he was fifteen years old for revenge, and killed more and more people, they couldn't remember the specific number, they were all shocked and angry.

"I can't believe that this famous Master Mo is actually a murderous devil!"

"It's so scary... This man is so sinister."

"When I was fifteen years old, I didn't dare to kill anyone, but he actually started killing people! It's really perverted..."

Mu Yanli seemed not to hear it, and said coldly: "Go on and plead guilty."

"I..." I endured my muscles and bones, but I couldn't bear it anymore. Mo Ran said hoarsely, "I... I pretended to be the nephew of the Lord of Death and Life..."

"how long?"

"Eight years..."

"Continue to plead guilty."

Mo Ran slowly said: "I... practice... the three forbidden arts... Zhenlong... Zhenlong... chess game..."

Many people in the stands are here

He was stunned and speechless for a moment.

Someone looked towards the top of life and death with an evil look, and sneered: "Isn't Xue Zhengyong still trying to excuse this beast? I'll just feed him a glass of apologetic water, and he will definitely tell the truth. ——Xue Zhengyong actually didn’t let Tianyin Pavilion interrogate Mo Ran according to the law before. I think this old guy was blinded by lard. He doesn’t even want to avenge his nephew’s murder. There are actually disciples on the top of life and death who practice forbidden Technique, can this sect be disbanded? What else are you doing? Continue to cultivate demons?"

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